(2015)
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl